windrag : poetry : journal

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Category: poem

rare flower

the moment you learn that an old friend is the friend of an older friend

pride

old redwood holds out its shining toenail clipping for the world to see

it’s a thing

a thing well known has a life of its own a thing well said is already dead

night clouds

mind goes from this to that, from past to future. words and images come and go, in waves. the fog that settles in the bay sustains the mighty redwood.

basics

for some of us, the binder clip is the apex of technology